Action Jack (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} actionjack) wrote,@ 2009-07-08 00:32:00 |
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Ah boy, a lot's happened in the past little bit.
I quit Dave & Buster's at the turn of the April, and have been unemployed for the past few months. Restaurant service jobs don't come easily to dudes. There are signs in the window that say "Waitresses wanted," ads on Craig's List that say "Looking for female bartenders," and even a manager who told me "You look like exactly what I need. I just hired a few girls and they look like they're all going to work out, but training is slow because they all have second jobs. I'll give you a call if something comes up." Ah well, if she'd rather inflict a ton of scheduling conflicts on herself than hire someone without a rack, let her complicate her life.
Luckily, I've got enough saved up that this hasn't been a problem. But it puts me in an odd situation where I've [i]got[/i] money, but am still scrimping at every corner because I don't know how long I need to make it last. Friends will occasionally buy me a drink, and I don't know how to respond. Yes, I don't have a job and so I accept their generosity, but I'm continuously reminding them to save it for someone who's actually destitute.
Recently, though, gainful employment has found me. Sort of. I applied to be a tour guide at the Museum of Science and Industry, and somehow ended up getting hired to work the Omnimax theatre for the upcoming release of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Good thing the interview process didn't include a quiz about the Harry Potter universe, because I've never seen any of the movies or read any of the books.
It seems like it'll be a good job- it's easy, I am thus far quite fond of my coworkers, and the only song I have to listen to all day is this badass little ditty.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q0DqPSF2
Beats the hell out of remixes of Perhaps You Would Like a Piece of Me.
And the management seems to have a genuine respect for what we do. For instance, we rotate jobs every 25 to 45 minutes so that nobody is standing in the same place for too long. While this makes things needlessly complicated as I have a tendency to lose track of time, I'm glad to see the supervisors showing an extra bit of concern for us.
There are some downsides, of course. The pay is only 8.50 an hour, nowhere near enough to support me (so I must continue my self-deprivation of restaurants, store-bought liquor and fancy cheeses). The commute is an hour each way, and that's not considering my safety (the fastest route home involves waiting for a train in a place I would NEVER traverse at night). And it's a temporary position, ending in September (around the time the prime hiring season for servers will end). But the museum's a big place with a lot of jobs going around, so I'm sticking to this for now and hoping that after the movie closes I'll be able to get the job I actually applied to do.
Meanwhile, my roommates have suddenly become surprisingly hostile to me. I'll never divulge details in a public medium, but I will implicate what I believe is the source of the scuffle. You see, a lot of the complaints they've made about me in the past are completely legitimate concerns. But they tend to let things boil until they snap. Trouble is, they're all things I could have (and would have) stopped doing in a second if I'd known that I was bothering them. My advice to those of you looking to preserve your roommate relations: if you're ever mad about something, just speak up! You're not being "nice" by not raising a fuss, you're just letting people unwittingly trample all over you for no good reason. And if you're worried about looking like a nitpicker for bringing up insignificant stuff, meet with your roommates once a month to air whatever little grievances pop up, so that you won't find yourself shouting at somebody over a towel.
In any case, things seem to have cooled down a little bit here. It looks like one of them has moved on. But I wouldn't be surprised if the other one never speaks to me again. And they're moving out in August, so I'm hoping I don't get one last fuck-you at the end of the month.
Ah well, I'm glad I've still got a lady who makes sense to me. She is still a highly positive bit of glory.
So is my team. We're just out doing improv for the fun of it all, which makes for the best shows despite our individual disagreements on the finer points of improvisational theatre. We had a pretty good one about a week ago. It's up on Facebook...
http://www.facebook.com/inbox/readmessa
...but I wouldn't expect any of y'all to actually sit through it, as it was taken from the back row and you have a better view of the backs of peoples' heads than you do of us. Oh, and the ending is cut off. So yeah, I'll hold no judgment against anyone who wants to wait for a better video before they check out what I've been up to. I know time is a precious commodity. And with my Improv Olympic student graduation shows coming up in seven weeks, there ought to be a better videographic opportunity in the near future.
Take fabulous care.
Ah boy, a lot's happened in the past little bit.
I quit Dave & Buster's at the turn of the April, and have been unemployed for the past few months. Restaurant service jobs don't come easily to dudes. There are signs in the window that say "Waitresses wanted," ads on Craig's List that say "Looking for female bartenders," and even a manager who told me "You look like exactly what I need. I just hired a few girls and they look like they're all going to work out, but training is slow because they all have second jobs. I'll give you a call if something comes up." Ah well, if she'd rather inflict a ton of scheduling conflicts on herself than hire someone without a rack, let her complicate her life.
Luckily, I've got enough saved up that this hasn't been a problem. But it puts me in an odd situation where I've [i]got[/i] money, but am still scrimping at every corner because I don't know how long I need to make it last. Friends will occasionally buy me a drink, and I don't know how to respond. Yes, I don't have a job and so I accept their generosity, but I'm continuously reminding them to save it for someone who's actually destitute.
Recently, though, gainful employment has found me. Sort of. I applied to be a tour guide at the Museum of Science and Industry, and somehow ended up getting hired to work the Omnimax theatre for the upcoming release of Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince. Good thing the interview process didn't include a quiz about the Harry Potter universe, because I've never seen any of the movies or read any of the books.
It seems like it'll be a good job- it's easy, I am thus far quite fond of my coworkers, and the only song I have to listen to all day is this badass little ditty.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Q0DqPSF2
Beats the hell out of remixes of Perhaps You Would Like a Piece of Me.
And the management seems to have a genuine respect for what we do. For instance, we rotate jobs every 25 to 45 minutes so that nobody is standing in the same place for too long. While this makes things needlessly complicated as I have a tendency to lose track of time, I'm glad to see the supervisors showing an extra bit of concern for us.
There are some downsides, of course. The pay is only 8.50 an hour, nowhere near enough to support me (so I must continue my self-deprivation of restaurants, store-bought liquor and fancy cheeses). The commute is an hour each way, and that's not considering my safety (the fastest route home involves waiting for a train in a place I would NEVER traverse at night). And it's a temporary position, ending in September (around the time the prime hiring season for servers will end). But the museum's a big place with a lot of jobs going around, so I'm sticking to this for now and hoping that after the movie closes I'll be able to get the job I actually applied to do.
Meanwhile, my roommates have suddenly become surprisingly hostile to me. I'll never divulge details in a public medium, but I will implicate what I believe is the source of the scuffle. You see, a lot of the complaints they've made about me in the past are completely legitimate concerns. But they tend to let things boil until they snap. Trouble is, they're all things I could have (and would have) stopped doing in a second if I'd known that I was bothering them. My advice to those of you looking to preserve your roommate relations: if you're ever mad about something, just speak up! You're not being "nice" by not raising a fuss, you're just letting people unwittingly trample all over you for no good reason. And if you're worried about looking like a nitpicker for bringing up insignificant stuff, meet with your roommates once a month to air whatever little grievances pop up, so that you won't find yourself shouting at somebody over a towel.
In any case, things seem to have cooled down a little bit here. It looks like one of them has moved on. But I wouldn't be surprised if the other one never speaks to me again. And they're moving out in August, so I'm hoping I don't get one last fuck-you at the end of the month.
Ah well, I'm glad I've still got a lady who makes sense to me. She is still a highly positive bit of glory.
So is my team. We're just out doing improv for the fun of it all, which makes for the best shows despite our individual disagreements on the finer points of improvisational theatre. We had a pretty good one about a week ago. It's up on Facebook...
http://www.facebook.com/inbox/readmessa
...but I wouldn't expect any of y'all to actually sit through it, as it was taken from the back row and you have a better view of the backs of peoples' heads than you do of us. Oh, and the ending is cut off. So yeah, I'll hold no judgment against anyone who wants to wait for a better video before they check out what I've been up to. I know time is a precious commodity. And with my Improv Olympic student graduation shows coming up in seven weeks, there ought to be a better videographic opportunity in the near future.
Take fabulous care.
